The Coup Attempt Poem by Michael Joseph Ferguson

Talk is cheap
it's silence that's
precious 'round here

that cool tripping sensation
a heaving and sighing
rainforest

alive, within

crystalline movement -
the beatific clatter of the now
tossed into the imponderable
ocean

muscles begin to relax a bit

blanket cool against skin
softer than air flow

a snowfleck, a twirling arrow.

noose loosening now

eyes behind eyes open

the glare of mind-chatter
beginning to subside

the world turns into
the silver of mirror

lighter now, much lighter

gold,
now white
pervading my being

a world
before
before
before

'mine', 'my', 'I'

gone.